Biker's Baby Girl

The book was obviously a few years old because of the wear on the plastic, and the fact that I knew babygirl’s picture was at least five years old. Whether that was a good thing or not remained to be seen.

It was painstaking work, running each one through the system, because some of them weren’t in there, unless they’d committed a crime or some shit. So there was no real way of knowing since there were just numbers in the book with their stats listed.

Lately though, or in the last ten years or so, some states had been making it a law that you had to have your kids taken to a local precinct to get printed and photographed. With technology being what it is, there’s a lot you can do with that shit.

Still I wasn’t holding out much hope, especially if most of these kids were from these parts. We’re not exactly known for following the pack.

Sometimes living here can feel like you’re separated from the rest of the country, our way of life is so different here. Is that why some son of a bitch had chosen to use it as his playing field?

“Oh fuck!” I looked up at Law’s exclamation. “What is it?” His face was almost white, what the fuck?

“This shit just got a fuck of a lot more complicated.” How the fuck was that even possible? I stood to move over to his side.

“How so?” He pointed at the screen where a young blonde kid in her early teens stared back at me. Her face didn’t really ring any bells even though there was something vaguely familiar about her. “Do we know her?” I squinted for a better look but nothing doing.

“No, but we know her father, he made our bikes.”

“Oh fuck.”

“Are we calling him in?” I was trying to calculate in my head if we had enough manpower to keep this fucker in check. He wasn’t army, navy or none of that shit, but what he was is fuck mean when it came to his woman, so I could only imagine how he felt about his little girl.

“Have to, he’s one of us.” That would be the brotherhood of motherfuckers who got shit done. “We might have to tap that tree of yours before it’s all said and done since this is your thing Creed.”

“You’re cool with Blade right?” He asked me about another ex soldier turn cop turn restaurateur who we both knew, that was also into doing the ride-along with abused kids the same as my crew and I were.

“Yeah we were supposed to have a meet at Jake’s with some other crews who’re down with what we do but I couldn’t make it, had a job come up last minute.”

“Jake, shit, forgot about him. We might need to tug on that string since he’s law enforcement. I better make those fucking calls. My little town is about to be overrun with crazy fucks.” Yeah cause he was sane.

Shit, in all this fuckery I hadn’t even asked about his parents and I knew he was still raw from that shit. I heard his voice drone on as he made his calls and I watched the screen as more and more information poured out.

“Lo wants to talk to you since you know more about this shit than I do.” He passed me the phone and took over watching the monitor. “Yo.”

“Creed, how’s it hanging brother, heard you got hitched congrats.”

“Yeah thanks, word is you’re not too far behind.”

“Nope, but we got some shit going on down here that may be tied in to what you boys uncovered in your neck of the woods and it’s putting our shit on hold.”

“Explain that to me, Law didn’t go into detail.”

“Long and short, that book we sent him was taken from the personal library of one asshole who resided in our little town up to about a couple weeks ago. He grabbed Ty’s woman…”

“How the fuck did y’all let that happen?”

“She wasn’t his yet, well not all the way. Anyway he pulled a runner soon after and we did a little B and E, that’s where we found the book. I saw the reference to the place in the back and we happened to trace him there afterwards. And since Law’s down there and it’s gonna take us a few to get down that way, we figured we’d give him a head start.

We had no idea though what the shit was about, we just knew it wasn’t good. Now he tells me your woman is in there.”

“Did he tell you who else is in there?”

“No who?”

“His wife and the daughter of the guy who built our rides.”

“Shit; Law doesn’t have a bead on our guy but we’re heading out tomorrow should be there around midday. Stand down ‘til we get there soldier, let’s run this shit like an Op.”